Chapter 1: Exposition
People said the Grand Ball of Ansalon was a once-in-a-lifetime experience—an overused phrase that Kitiara actually found herself believing that evening.
A cavernous ballroom brimmed with splendor and a motley crowd. Courtiers draped themselves against the rosewood-carved walls, whispering behind fans and gossamer silks. Their eyes followed Kitiara as she entered, trailing behind her liege, Lord Cedric.
She held herself regally, ignoring the stares, only a slight twitch of her full lips acknowledging the hushed murmurs.
In the center of the opulence stood Edgar, bathed in golden light, a Dragonlance bard with long silver hair and eyes as blue as the rarest gemstones. His fingers danced across the strings of his lute, weaving melodies that brought emotions to life, eliciting sighs and gasps of wonder.
Kitiara watched him, awestruck, her terse demeanor softening imperceptibly.
Julie, pale and reckless, stood at the edge of the crowd, her medium length red hair catching the candlelight as she turned to watch him. The styles clashed, but some how, in this bizarre tapestry, they seemed to blend.
The music crescendoed, and the dancers fluttered like leaves in the wind, lost in their own world.
Kitiara watched him, awestruck, her terse demeanor softening imperceptibly.
Kitiara stood against the backdrop of the opulent hall, still watching Edgar, the corners of her mouth curved up as she admired his talent and charm.
Edgar finished his playing, and the crowd erupted in applause, snapping Kitiara out of her reverie. She stood taller, adjusted her armor, and made her way to the front to pay her respects to Lord Cedric@Dumb bitch collar as he greeted the performer.
Julie, meanwhile, seethed with envy at the attention Edgar received.
She was a sorceress, skilled in the use of magic and versed in the art of seduction. She concocted a plan, a dangerous game to outshine the bard.
The party thinned and the musicians played a slower tempo. A suggestive melody floated through the room, and couples danced closer, sinking into each other's personal space.
Julie used her charms to draw near Edgar, her fingers tracing his forearm as she whispered in his ear.
"You'll never outshine me, bard," she purred, her voice dripping with a challenge Edgar could not ignore. "But I'll let you try."
Without a moment's hesitation, Edgar accepted the invitation, leading Julie down a candlelit hallway, away from prying eyes. The air was thick with anticipation as they stepped into the farthest corner of the hall, hidden from sight.
Edgar leaned against the cold marble wall, eyeing Julie's blushing cheeks and the tide of her red locks.
Kitiara watched them leave together, her curiosity piqued.
A tingling suspicion spread through her body as she took in the dimly lit corridor. It was a calculated risk on Edgar's part, she thought, but she couldn't help admiring his confidence.
Julie reached out and caressed his cheek, her touch sending a shiver down Edgar's spine. The sexual tension in the air was palpable, and he pulled her closer, his hands roaming over her curves.
Kitiara's gaze lingered on the pair as they disappeared into a nearby room, the heavy door closing behind them. She could hear the muffled sounds of their lustful embrace, and a wicked grin spread across her face.
She knew she could put an end to their interlude, but she chose to let them continue.
It was her chance to gain leverage over Kitiara.
Edgar, caught off guard, paused in his advances as he took in the sight of the collar. His eyes narrowed, and he glanced at Julie with a mix of confusion and irritation.
"What is this, Julie?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.
"Just a little something I found in your bag," Julie replied with a coy smile. "I thought it would make for a fun game."
Edgar's eyes flashed with anger, but before he could react, Kitiara stepped into the room.
"Is this how you treat the women you sleep with?" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain.
Julie shrank back, her smile faltering. Edgar, on the other hand, seemed unfazed.
He looked from Julie to Kitiara, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "You're right, Kitiara," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "She does need to apologize. Put on the collar, Julie, and show us you're sorry."
Julie hesitated, her eyes flicking from Edgar to Kitiara, who stood watching with an amused smile. "You can't be serious," she said, her voice trembling.
Edgar took a step towards her, his eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and dominance. "I am very serious," he said, his voice brooking no argument. "Put on the collar and apologize to Kitiara for your behavior."
Julie's eyes widened, but she reached for the collar, her fingers trembling as she fastened it around her neck.
"Good girl," Edgar murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Kitiara's smirk grew wider as she watched the spectacle, amused by the turn of events.
Edgar's gaze lingered on the collar, his mind working on how to use it to his advantage.
He knew that Julie was eager to please him, and he could use that to his advantage.
"Now, Julie, I want you to show me just how sorry you are," he said, his voice low and commanding.
Julie's eyes flashed with a mix of fear and excitement as she sank to her knees in front of him.
Kitiara watched in fascination as the scene unfolded before her.
She had never seen Edgar like this before, so in control and commanding.
It excited her in ways she had never imagined, and she found herself complying with his every request.
Julie's mouth wrapped around Edgar's cock once more, her lips slick with saliva as she took him deep into her throat. She could feel him pulsing with desire, his body tense and trembling.
Between sucks, she glanced up at Kitiara, who watched with a mixture of amusement and intrigue.
"Thank you, Kitiara," Julie murmured, her voice husky and breathless. "I didn't realize how much I needed this."
Kitiara raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing wider. "Oh? And what exactly do you need?"
Julie hesitated, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I need to learn my place," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I apologize for my arrogance, Kitiara. I should have known better."
Julie's words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of submission. Kitiara studied her for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she weighed the sincerity of the apology. Finally, she nodded, accepting Julie's offering.
"Very well," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But know this, my lady—you will wear this collar as a reminder of your place, and of the consequences of your actions. Understand?"
Julie nodded, her eyes cast down. She felt the collar press against her skin, a symbol of her newfound subservience. It was a strange feeling, but it also brought a sense of relief.
"I'm sorry, Edgar," Julie murmured, looking up at him with a mix of fear and longing.
Edgar's eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. "Apology accepted," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Kitiara watched them, her gaze flicking between the two of them as she tried to make sense of what was happening.
Julie's cheeks flushed as she realized that Edgar and Kitiara were exchanging glances.
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Edgar's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. "We have a little game to play," he said, his voice dripping with promise.
Kitiara's eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached for a length of rope. "Yes," she said, her voice low and sultry.
"I'm yours for the taking."
Edgar's eyes narrowed, and he smiled wickedly. "That's the spirit," he said, his voice a low growl. "Now, let's play a little game."
Kitiara raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of game?" she asked, her voice dripping with interest.
Edgar's smile widened. "It's called the Knight's Conquest," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be the Knight, and you'll be the damsel in distress.
Julie's eyes widened, and she glanced nervously at Kitiara. "But, Edgar, I don't know if I'm comfortable with that," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Edgar, sensing her hesitation, placed a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to his. "Trust me, Julie. This will be a night neither of us will ever forget."
Julie bit her lip, torn between her desire to please Edgar and her reservations about the game. But in the end, her longing to be close to him won out. "Alright," she murmured, her eyes shining with a mixture of fear and excitement.
Edgar's eyes lit up at her acquiescence. "Excellent," he said, a smile spreading across his face.
As they prepared to begin the game, Kitiara watched them from the shadows, a slow, malicious grin spreading across her face. She had been planning this for some time now, and she was determined to see it through to the end.
With a sly grin, she approached Edgar and Julie, who were still caught up in their intimate moment.
"May I have your attention, please?" Kitiara said, her voice ringing out clear and commanding.
Edgar and Julie broke apart, looking at Kitiara with surprise and curiosity.
"I have a proposition for you both," Kitiara continued, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "A little wager, if you will."
"What kind of wager?" Edgar asked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"A simple one," Kitiara replied. "I bet that I can make Julie climax faster than you can."
Julie's eyes widened in shock, and she opened her mouth to protest, but Kitiara silenced her with a raised hand.
"Hear me out," Kitiara said.
"You may think you've won, but I have a surprise in store for you. You see, this collar is not just a symbol of submission, it's also a key to unlocking her true potential."
Edgar's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "What do you mean?"
Kitiara smiled enigmatically. "All will be revealed in due time. But first, we must address Julie's behavior. Edgar, you may begin."
Edgar raised his hand, signaling for Julie to approach. "Apologize to Kitiara for your interruption," he commanded, his voice firm and commanding.
Julie hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking between Edgar and Kitiara. Then, with a deep breath, she stepped forward and lowered her head in submission. "I'm sorry, Kitiara," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Edgar nodded, satisfied with her apology. "Now, Kitiara," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You will apologize to Julie and kneel before her."
Kitiara's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly regained her composure. "I'm sorry, Julie," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." She knelt before Julie.
Julie's eyes sparkled with triumph as she watched Kitiara kneel before her. She felt a surge of power and confidence, knowing that she had bested the ruthless bitch.
But her victory was short-lived as Edgar stepped forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"There's just one more thing," he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Julie looked up at him, her eyes wide with anticipation.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement.
Edgar reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, leather-bound box.
He opened it, revealing a collar made of black leather and adorned with gleaming silver studs.
"This," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "is the @BIGTITSCOLLAR!."
Julie's eyes widened in shock as she looked at the collar, her heart racing with excitement.
She had never seen anything like it before.
It was beautiful and intimidating all at once.
"What does it do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Edgar's grin widened.
"Then let the game begin," he said, attaching the collar around Julie's neck.
Julie's heart raced as she felt the cold metal of the collar against her skin. She knew what it meant to wear this collar - it was a symbol of submission, a sign that she was willing to play Edgar's games and follow his every command.
Kitiara watched with a mixture of curiosity and amusement as Edgar attached the collar around Julie's neck. She knew what it was, having seen it before, but she had never worn one herself.
Edgar turned to Kitiara, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Julie has agreed to join the game," he said, his voice low and commanding. "She's eager to test her skills against you." Edgar's words snapped Kitiara out of her trance. She looked down at the collar in her hand, the silver filigree detailing gleaming in the candlelight.
"The BIGTITSCOLLAR?" Kitiara as@Big Tits Collar ked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure about this?"
Edgar smiled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Trust me, Kitiara. It'll make the game much more interesting."
Kitiara hesitated, her eyes flicking between the collar and Julie, who was still kneeling before her, her head bowed in submission. She knew that the collar was a powerful tool, and she wasn't sure she was ready to wield it.
But she also knew that Julie had proven herself to be a formidable opponent, and she wanted to even the odds.
"What is this new rule?" Kitiara asked, her voice low and tense.
Edgar's eyes gleamed with mischief as he answered, "The new rule is that Julie gets to choose the next activity. She gets to pick the game, and you have to play along."
Kitiara's heart sank as she heard those words. She knew that Julie would choose something that would put her at a disadvantage, something that would expose her vulnerabilities.
"I don't like that rule," Kitiara said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Edgar's smile widened, and he leaned in closer to Kitiara, whispering, "But you'll learn to enjoy it, my dear. Trust me."
Kitiara hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts of what Julie might choose as the next activity.
She glanced at Edgar, who stood by with a knowing smile.
Julie, sensing Kitiara's hesitation, spoke up. "Come on, Kitiara. Don't be scared. Let's make this interesting." She paused, a mischievous glint in her eye. "How about we play a game of truth or dare?"
Edgar's smile grew wider as he heard Julie's suggestion. "Now that sounds like fun," he said, his voice low and sultry.
Kitiara's heart sank as she heard the words 'truth or dare'. She had a feeling that Julie would use this game to her advantage, and she wasn't wrong.
"Alright, I'll play," Kitiara said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Julie clapped her hands together in excitement.
"I knew you'd see it my way, Kitiara," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "Now, let's get started."
Edgar's eyes narrowed, a hint of suspicion creeping into his gaze. "What game have you planned for us, Julie?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Julie smiled coyly. "A game that will test our resolve and our strengths, Edgar. A game that will prove who truly rules this room."
Kitiara raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "And what game might that be?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"A game of chance," Julie replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I call it 'Seducing the Knight.' It's simple, really.
I'll seduce Kitiara, and you'll try to seduce me. Whoever fails first, loses.'
Edgar raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking between Julie and Kitiara. 'Interesting game,' he said, his voice low and measured. 'But what's the prize for the winner?'
Julie grinned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. 'The winner gets to make the loser do anything they want, within reason, of course.'
Kitiara scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. 'You expect me to play this ridiculous game? I have better things to do than participate in your childish antics.'
Julie shrugged, her smile never faltering. 'Suit yourself, but I think it could be fun. Edgar tells Julie she is talking too much and pulls her red hair. She starts sucking his cock for a while. Edgar pulls out to finish on her face.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" he growls.
Julie nods, desperately trying to catch her breath while Edgar wipes his cock with the back of his hand and then picks up the collar. "Let's see how well you can perform for me," he says, attaching the collar around Julie's neck.
Julie's cheeks flush as she feels the weight of the collar against her skin.
"Yes, my lord," she murmurs, sinking to her knees before him.
Edgar runs his fingers through Julie's blonde hair, a cruel smile on his lips. "Good girl," he croons. "You're learning your place."
Kitiara watches from the sidelines, her heart racing in her chest as she sees Julie submit so completely to Edgar. She's never seen anything like it before, and the sight of it is both thrilling and terrifying.
But she's not one to back down from a challenge, especially one coming from Edgar.
She narrows her eyes and smirks, taking a step closer to Julie.
"Alright, you little vixen," Kitiara says, her voice low and husky. "You're on. But don't get too confident, because I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."
Julie grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, I'm not afraid of you, Kitiara," she replies, her voice dripping with confidence.
"I bet I can make Edgar cum before you can."
Kitiara's eyes widen in mock surprise, her hand resting on her chest. "Oh, my, such boldness from such a delicate flower," she says, sarcasm dripping from her words.
Julie rolls her eyes, her lips curling into a smirk. "I may be delicate, but I'm no flower," she retorts.
Edgar, trying to keep a straight face, decides it's time to lay down the rules of their little game.
"Okay, so you two want to test your skills against each other? Very well," he declares, his voice booming through the chilly air. "I'll judge this little contest and determine who wins." Julie and Kitiara exchange uncertain glances but decide to go along with it.
Edgar claps his hands together to gain their attention. "Here's the game, girls.
You both have to pleasure me at the same time, using your magic and musical talents. Whoever gets me off first, wins," Edgar explained with a wicked grin.
The grand ballroom was filled with gasps and titters at the explicit announcement. Julie felt her cheeks burn and she glanced at Kitiara, who looked equally shocked and intrigued.
"But, what do we win?" Julie asked, biting her lip as she looked up at Edgar through her lashes.
"Well, the winner will get to command the loser for one night.